It may be a bit risky writing poems about one’s offspring..but he is quite tolerant..

I named my firstborn Peregrin
For the Falcon and the Hobbit
Because I am a poet
So very quirky and original
And the world would keep on growing
He’d probably fly to the moon
And have so many adventures
This wandering falcon of mine.

But it turns out that
We’ve fucked up the whole planet
Raped Middle Earth’s treasures
And no-one can fly any more
Falcons get shot
And hobbits drawn out over ever-
Expanding film franchises
Like butter over too much bread

I’m sorry this world is so shit, Peregrin
I didn’t mean it this way
But at least you are quirky, original
And have a mind that can fly to the moon.